Chapter 190
Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
190 Human Shadows
Selma Payneâs POV:
âItâs only been an hour.â I followed the second hand and counted the time. âWhy does it feel so unbearable long?â
âLetâs wait for a while. Itâll be over in two hours.â
Thus, while I chatted with Dorothy, I was also harassing Maxine in my mind.
âWhy donât you go to sleep? Itâs already nighttime anyway,â Maxine said. âYou should go to bed early and wake up early. You can spend more time exploring the ruins of the witch clan tomorrow, canât you?â
âI donât want to sleep. I still want to wait for the werewolf grandmastersâ results. No one is sleeping. I canât sleep alone.â
â... can you let me go to sleep? Iâm so sleepy.â
âWhy are you sleepy? You didnât do anything the entire day. You just slept.â
âI donât know how to describe it to you, but Iâm very sleepy, especially since your mental suggestion failed. I want to sleep the whole day but canât get enough sleep.â
I immediately became nervous. âDid the reconstruction of your body cause you some side effects? We have to ask the werewolf grandmasters to examine us.â
âPerhaps thereâs no need for that.â However, Maxine rejected me. âI have an inexplicable intuition that you are the one who caused this. Come to think of it. Sometimes I even wonder if thereâs a third party in us that we donât know about. Otherwise, why would you not know about what youâve caused?â
âA third party?â I shivered at her description. âThatâs not funny. Are you sure Iâm the cause of your fatigue?â
âYes, and itâs not the kind of fatigue from overusing energy. Itâs like an alarm clock sets when we should go to sleep and when we should wake up,â said Maxine.
Before I could finish my sentence, she fell asleep. No matter how I called her, she didnât respond.
If it werenât for the fact that I could still feel her presence, I would have thought that she had disappeared!
I tried to free Maxine from this strange state, but before I could put in much effort, Dorothy suddenly shook me hard.
âBe on the alert, Selma. An accident has happened!â
I followed her hand and looked out the window. A pale ghost was staring at us!
âWhat the hell is this thing?!â I subconsciously jumped up and pulled Dorothy to the corner away from the window.
Dorothy observed the ghostly figure, then said in a serious tone, âThis is a âpersonâ... a âpersonâ that existed in the past.â
âWho would look like this? Is this a new race in seclusion for thousands of years?â
âNo, it appears like this because it is a shadow from someoneâs life in history.â
âSo, one day in the past 300 years, a peeper appeared among the witches and peeked at someoneâs window in the middle of the night?â
âOf course not. Human figures donât have consciousness and wonât stare at living humans.â
Dorothy suddenly pulled me up the stairs, ran into a room, and slammed the door shut. At the same time, she bit her finger and drew a dispelling rune on the door.
An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.
Indeed, Dorothy said, âThere can only be one explanation for this situation. First, a mistake has occurred, causing the figure to be confused! Any place within the Quicksand Fog area can produce these chaotic figures. We must create an enclosed space to ensure no figures can invade.â
I mimicked her and drew runes with blood. Thanks to the Moon Goddessâ grace, the Goddessâs gift did not require any magic. I asked, âSo, there might be people in our rooms now?â
âThatâs the problem.â Dorothy was not sure either. âThe research information on human shadows is very limited. So far, no one has understood their production mechanism. However, one thing is certain. Chaotic human shadows have most of the negative attributes given by history. They have no rationality, are aggressive, and cannot be destroyed. They will only disappear after the collapse of history.â
At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly slammed hard!
My hand trembled, and I almost crooked the seal pattern.
âThe worst-case scenario has happened. A figure has also appeared in the room.â Dorothy sped up on her drawing. âHurry up. We have to finish drawing the runes at the corner of each wall before the human figure in this room is formed.â
From the corner of my eye, I could see a faint white mist gathering in the room. This was probably the sign of a human figure forming.
Finally, we used runes to connect the eight corners of the room. The silver moonlight immediately dispersed the incomplete figures.
However, before we could even heave a sigh of relief, we heard screams from outside.
It was the other team members!
I cautiously observed the outside of the window and asked Dorothy, âAre we the only ones who know this?â
Master Mary had given everyone training in advance. If anything happened, dispelling runes was the most time-saving, energy-saving, and efficient method. Everyone should know about it.
âBut knowing is knowing. Whether or not we have the time to finish drawing is another matter.â
Dorothy nodded in silence.